Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; September 21st 2022
0730 hours
Max rolled over in bed, her head roaring with painful thoughts. She opened her eyes, giving up her attempts to get some sleep. Her gaze rested on the dresser table, Alec's favourite denim jacket slung on the top, a sign that he was going to return.
Some time.
And she would be there, she would get him back and make him stay. Stay not just with her, but here too. She propped herself up on her elbows, picking up her cell phone and dialling work,
"Normal? Hey it's Max. (Sniff) I don't think I'll be able to make it into work today. This whole Biggs thing has really got to me and Alec, we both just need some mourning time."
She heard his impatient sigh, knowing that he would agree since she mentioned Alec,
"That's okay but I want you back at work ASAP missy. This isn't a holiday! And you tell my golden boy if he needs anything, anything at all - call me."
"Thanks Normal. We both really appreciate it."
"Yeah, yeah."
He hung up and Max wiped at her eyes, stopping any tears from falling as she remembered Biggs' mangled body. She flopped back onto the bed, her eyes fixed on the door, praying that Alec would come home.
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0900 hours
Alec hesitated in the doorway, knowing that his overpowering scent of sweat, fear and scotch would wake up Max. She was asleep, something he rarely ever saw. He looked her over, smiling slightly at how she clutched her phone to her chest, perhaps in hope that he was going to come back.
Which he had.
He moved over to the bed, sliding gracefully down next to her. Max's eyelids fluttered as she breathed in a familiar musky smell. Her lips curved up in a smile and she unconsciously rolled over, her arms wrapping around the muscular body next to her. Alec grinned, reciprocating her actions and she gave a small moan, pushing her nose into his chest and taking in his aroma even further.
Max's eyes snapped open, her face buried in a white singlet covered tanned torso. She pulled back, looking up at him,
"Hey you."
"Hey yourself."
"Thought you were angry at me."
"Wouldn't be here if I was. I'm here to stay, I was just..."
"Angry."
"Yeah. Sorry I took it out on you."
"You had no right to blow up at me like that."
"I know. And it's killing me, I'm so sorry baby."
He made an apologetic face at her and she leaned back into his open arms,
"I understand. Just don't let it happen again."
"It won't. I've dealt with it."
Alec kissed her neck softly, gently, caressing his way up along her barcode, crossing up to her ear. Max closed her eyes, enjoying the fact that he had come home, to his real home.
And back to her.
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Seattle; Terminal City; September 21st 2022
1100 hours
Luke pried his eyes away from the computer screen, to follow the other transgenics' stares at the television set hoisted from the ceiling.
"...The bodies of four men were discovered in the early hours of this morning. Police have commented that this may be the possible work of transgenics as these men were suspected to have been connected with the brutal slaying of a transgenic yesterday. However, there is no physical evidence, nor witnesses as of this time to say that the person or persons responsible are from the secret government agency Manticore. If anyone has any information regarding these murders, they are to contact the police as soon as possible..."
He tore himself away from the bulletin, his face flushed. Mole grinned heartily, a cigar as per usual, sticking out of his mouth,
"That'll teach them!"
A chorus of agreements responded and he blew out a cloud of smoke,
"Let me just say congrats to whichever one of us had the balls and ability to do that."
He opened his mouth to talk again, stopping as Alec coughed loudly from the doorway,
"Why are you all just standing around? We have work to do."
Max appeared next to him, her hand sliding unseen into his,
"Hey guys, what's going on?"
Luke eyed Alec carefully, his highly advanced mind reading the look on Alec's face and comprehending what he had done. His gaze fell to Max and he quickly looked back to the computer, knowing that the situation was about to escalate, she didn't know.
And she was going to find out.
Mole stepped towards the doorway, his face still excited,
"Looks like someone got theirs back on those pud-knockers that killed Biggs."
"What?"
"Look."
He pointed at the television screen, the broadcast still continuing. Max's jaw dropped in surprise and she looked from the set to Mole to Alec. He was staring at something unseen on the ground. She dropped his hand in realisation,
"You did it? You killed them?"
He didn't answer, Max's eyes staring at him accusingly,
"Answer me Alec."
"What do you want me to say?"
"The truth."
"Yeah I did. I killed them."
"No. You couldn't have. You're not a killer."
"Oh god you're right...what was I thinking? Manticore didn't create and train me as a killer, I was made to be that guy that just stands by while his best friend's killers walk free. Look around Max, we have people hunting us, wanting us dead. I had to take action."
"That's no excuse. And you know it."
She made a face at him and walked off, her long hair swaying from side to side as she stormed out of the city. He watched her go, longing to chase after her, but knowing that it wasn't the right time. Mole turned to Alec,
"Good on you!"
"Err...thanks man."
"Yeah well you deserve it. Just ignore Max, she doesn't understand what we are - she's so desperate to escape the reality of who she is. She's not one of us really, she doesn't understand what you did, that you killing those humans was essential to bringing a point across. You fuck with us, you're fucked."
"Okay Mole, okay."
"I'm serious Alec. Just coz I look funny doesn't mean I am being funny. You did a good thing last night, something that had to be done. And who better than our little transgenic revolution uprising leader? No one, you were the man for the job and you succeeded in performing up to scratch. Don't be ashamed of who you are, don't let Max make you that way."
Alec's face softened and he moved off, standing next to Luke and his computer. Mole shrugged, moving over to his space heater with a gun in his hands to be assembled. The albino transgenic who had been watching the entire incident shook his head, opening the fridge and sitting on a crate in front of it. Mole gave him an annoyed look,
"Will you quit doing that?"
"It's hot as hell in here."
Mole looked over at Luke and Alec,
"These Arctic Division guys. Always complaining."
Albino looked over in the same direction, aiming his comments at the same transgenics,
"Would you listen to him? With his little space heater over there."
"When we took out Saddam, we did fifty clicks across the desert in one day."
"Siberian campaign, we did sixty clicks through the snow in one night."
"I'm talking 115 degrees."
"Wind chill 30 below."
"Baking sun."
"Driving snow."
They both looked at Luke and Alec for judgement. Luke hunched his shoulders, shying away from their intent gazes,
"Don't look at me. They made me for brainy and computer stuff. I was never made for battle."
Alec gave them both a look as if to say grow up, his voice laced with sarcasm,
"You're both so wonderful. Why don't you just stop the bickering children! I think we have much more pressing issues to address, so shut up and start doing something more important than comparing battle notes."
They both looked away embarrassed, the entire building falling silent as Alec walked out.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; September 21st 2022
0730 hours
Max rolled over in bed, her head roaring with painful thoughts. She opened her eyes, giving up her attempts to get some sleep. Her gaze rested on the dresser table, Alec's favourite denim jacket slung on the top, a sign that he was going to return.
Some time.
And she would be there, she would get him back and make him stay. Stay not just with her, but here too. She propped herself up on her elbows, picking up her cell phone and dialling work,
"Normal? Hey it's Max. (Sniff) I don't think I'll be able to make it into work today. This whole Biggs thing has really got to me and Alec, we both just need some mourning time."
She heard his impatient sigh, knowing that he would agree since she mentioned Alec,
"That's okay but I want you back at work ASAP missy. This isn't a holiday! And you tell my golden boy if he needs anything, anything at all - call me."
"Thanks Normal. We both really appreciate it."
"Yeah, yeah."
He hung up and Max wiped at her eyes, stopping any tears from falling as she remembered Biggs' mangled body. She flopped back onto the bed, her eyes fixed on the door, praying that Alec would come home.
* * * * *
0900 hours
Alec hesitated in the doorway, knowing that his overpowering scent of sweat, fear and scotch would wake up Max. She was asleep, something he rarely ever saw. He looked her over, smiling slightly at how she clutched her phone to her chest, perhaps in hope that he was going to come back.
Which he had.
He moved over to the bed, sliding gracefully down next to her. Max's eyelids fluttered as she breathed in a familiar musky smell. Her lips curved up in a smile and she unconsciously rolled over, her arms wrapping around the muscular body next to her. Alec grinned, reciprocating her actions and she gave a small moan, pushing her nose into his chest and taking in his aroma even further.
Max's eyes snapped open, her face buried in a white singlet covered tanned torso. She pulled back, looking up at him,
"Hey you."
"Hey yourself."
"Thought you were angry at me."
"Wouldn't be here if I was. I'm here to stay, I was just..."
"Angry."
"Yeah. Sorry I took it out on you."
"You had no right to blow up at me like that."
"I know. And it's killing me, I'm so sorry baby."
He made an apologetic face at her and she leaned back into his open arms,
"I understand. Just don't let it happen again."
"It won't. I've dealt with it."
Alec kissed her neck softly, gently, caressing his way up along her barcode, crossing up to her ear. Max closed her eyes, enjoying the fact that he had come home, to his real home.
And back to her.
* * * * *
Seattle; Terminal City; September 21st 2022
1100 hours
Luke pried his eyes away from the computer screen, to follow the other transgenics' stares at the television set hoisted from the ceiling.
"...The bodies of four men were discovered in the early hours of this morning. Police have commented that this may be the possible work of transgenics as these men were suspected to have been connected with the brutal slaying of a transgenic yesterday. However, there is no physical evidence, nor witnesses as of this time to say that the person or persons responsible are from the secret government agency Manticore. If anyone has any information regarding these murders, they are to contact the police as soon as possible..."
He tore himself away from the bulletin, his face flushed. Mole grinned heartily, a cigar as per usual, sticking out of his mouth,
"That'll teach them!"
A chorus of agreements responded and he blew out a cloud of smoke,
"Let me just say congrats to whichever one of us had the balls and ability to do that."
He opened his mouth to talk again, stopping as Alec coughed loudly from the doorway,
"Why are you all just standing around? We have work to do."
Max appeared next to him, her hand sliding unseen into his,
"Hey guys, what's going on?"
Luke eyed Alec carefully, his highly advanced mind reading the look on Alec's face and comprehending what he had done. His gaze fell to Max and he quickly looked back to the computer, knowing that the situation was about to escalate, she didn't know.
And she was going to find out.
Mole stepped towards the doorway, his face still excited,
"Looks like someone got theirs back on those pud-knockers that killed Biggs."
"What?"
"Look."
He pointed at the television screen, the broadcast still continuing. Max's jaw dropped in surprise and she looked from the set to Mole to Alec. He was staring at something unseen on the ground. She dropped his hand in realisation,
"You did it? You killed them?"
He didn't answer, Max's eyes staring at him accusingly,
"Answer me Alec."
"What do you want me to say?"
"The truth."
"Yeah I did. I killed them."
"No. You couldn't have. You're not a killer."
"Oh god you're right...what was I thinking? Manticore didn't create and train me as a killer, I was made to be that guy that just stands by while his best friend's killers walk free. Look around Max, we have people hunting us, wanting us dead. I had to take action."
"That's no excuse. And you know it."
She made a face at him and walked off, her long hair swaying from side to side as she stormed out of the city. He watched her go, longing to chase after her, but knowing that it wasn't the right time. Mole turned to Alec,
"Good on you!"
"Err...thanks man."
"Yeah well you deserve it. Just ignore Max, she doesn't understand what we are - she's so desperate to escape the reality of who she is. She's not one of us really, she doesn't understand what you did, that you killing those humans was essential to bringing a point across. You fuck with us, you're fucked."
"Okay Mole, okay."
"I'm serious Alec. Just coz I look funny doesn't mean I am being funny. You did a good thing last night, something that had to be done. And who better than our little transgenic revolution uprising leader? No one, you were the man for the job and you succeeded in performing up to scratch. Don't be ashamed of who you are, don't let Max make you that way."
Alec's face softened and he moved off, standing next to Luke and his computer. Mole shrugged, moving over to his space heater with a gun in his hands to be assembled. The albino transgenic who had been watching the entire incident shook his head, opening the fridge and sitting on a crate in front of it. Mole gave him an annoyed look,
"Will you quit doing that?"
"It's hot as hell in here."
Mole looked over at Luke and Alec,
"These Arctic Division guys. Always complaining."
Albino looked over in the same direction, aiming his comments at the same transgenics,
"Would you listen to him? With his little space heater over there."
"When we took out Saddam, we did fifty clicks across the desert in one day."
"Siberian campaign, we did sixty clicks through the snow in one night."
"I'm talking 115 degrees."
"Wind chill 30 below."
"Baking sun."
"Driving snow."
They both looked at Luke and Alec for judgement. Luke hunched his shoulders, shying away from their intent gazes,
"Don't look at me. They made me for brainy and computer stuff. I was never made for battle."
Alec gave them both a look as if to say grow up, his voice laced with sarcasm,
"You're both so wonderful. Why don't you just stop the bickering children! I think we have much more pressing issues to address, so shut up and start doing something more important than comparing battle notes."
They both looked away embarrassed, the entire building falling silent as Alec walked out.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading!